Would you please cc this poem on Gun Control?
immersed in sublime prose;
A scream, a gasp, then suddenly,
There's blood splashed on your clothes.
You're strolling in your schoolyard park,
when gun shots rent the air,
You're hit, the world grows dim and dark,
A parent's worst nightmare.
You're shopping in a CostCo store,
You're wondering what to buy,
Shots are fired, you're on the floor,
You're hit, you're going to die.
They claim that this is self-defence,
They claim their right to shoot,
But this is but a mere pretence,
They shoot to execute.
America... wake up and see,
Your children are afraid, not free.